Chapter 59

For Morgan’s benefit, he shrugged. “Something like that. Jack here?”

“Inside turning on the generators and security equipment.” She laid a comforting hand on his arm. “You know Jack’s cabin is one of the safest possible places, right?” Deke agreed with a slight nod. “Yeah. No one in their right mind travels this deep into the swamp unless they know their way around.”

“Or the gators swallow them up,” Morgan agreed, easing her arms around his neck and giving him her sweet brand of comfort in a gentle squeeze. “It’ll be fine.” Damn it, he hoped so. Deke didn’t want to think about the alternative, didn’t want to relive the pure cold-sweat terror of wondering if some sick bastard had ended Kimber’s life. Suffering the painful, gaping hole in his chest at the thought she might be gone forever.

The thought of putting a name to the emotions those symptoms pointed to made him sweat.

“Hey, you pervert,” Jack called, stepping out the rustic cabin’s door. “Get your hands